Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.70 · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
RUFUS LABERIUS CRISPINUS, and DEMETRIUS FANNIUS, hold up your hands. You have (according to the Roman custom) put yourselves upon trial to the urn, for divers and sundry calumnies, whereof, you have before this time been indicted, and are now presently arraigned: Prepare yourselves to hearken to the verdict of your triers. CAIUS CILNIUS Maecenas pronounceth you, by this handwriting, Guilty. CORNELIUS GALLUS, Guilty. PANTILIUS TUCCA— Parcel-guilty, I. He means himself for it was he indeed, Suborned us to the calumny. ay, you whoreson cantharides? was't I? I appeal to your conscience, Captain. Then, you confess it, now. I do, and crave the mercy of the court. What saith CRISPINUS? O, the Captain, the Captain— My physic begins to work with my patient, I see. Captain, stand forth and answer. Hold thy peace, Poet Praetor: I appeal from thee, to CAESAR, I. Do me right, royal CAESAR. marry, and I will, sir. Lictors, gag him: do. And put a case of visards o'er his head, That he may look bifronted, as he speaks. Gods, and fiends! CAESAR! thou wilt not, CAESAR? wilt thou? Away, you whoreson vultures; away. You think I am a dead corpse now, because CAESAR is disposed to jest with a man of mark, or so. Hold your hooked talons out of my flesh, you inhuman Harpies. Go to, do't. What? will the royal AUGUSTUS cast away a gent'man of worship, a Captain, and a Commander, for a couple of condemned caitiff calumnious cargoes? Dispatch, Lictors. CAESAR. Forward, TIBULLUS. Demand, what cause they had to malign HORACE. In troth, no great cause, not I; I must confess: but that he kept better company (for the most part) than I: and that better men loved him, then loved me: and that his writings thrived better than mine, and were better liked, and graced: nothing else. Thus, envious souls repine at others good. If this be all; faith, I forgive thee freely. Envy me still, so long as VIRGIL loves me, GALLUS, TIBULLUS, and the best-best CAESAR, My dear Maecenas: while these, with many more (Whose names I wisely slip) shall think me worthy Their honoured, and adored society, And read, and love, prove, and applaud my poems; I would not wish but such as you should spite them. O— How now, CRISPINUS? O, I am sick— A basin, a basin, quickly; our physic works. Faint not, man. O— retrograde— reciprocal— What's that, HORACE? Retrograde, and reciprocal Incubus are come up. Thanks be to JUPITER. O— glibery— lubrical— Well said: here's some store. What are they? Glibbery, lubrical, and defunct. O, they came up easy. O— O— What's that? Nothing, yet. Magnificate. Magnificate? that came up somewhat hard. I. What cheer, CRISPINUS? O, I shall cast up my— spurious— Good. Again. chillblained— O— That clumsy stuck terribly. What's all that, HORACE?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2128–2183 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 51 of 57 in this edition
Length
472 words · 796 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.705 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
RVFVS LABERIVS CRISPINVS, and DEMETRIVS FANNIVS, hold vp your hands. You haue (according to the Roman custome) put your selues vpon triall to the vrne, for diuers and sundrie calumnies, whereof, you haue before this time beene indited, and are now presently arraigned: Prepare your selues to arken to the verdict of your Tryers. CAIVS CILNIVS MECOENAS pronounceth you, by this hand-writing, Guiltie. CORNELIVS GALLVS, Guiltie. PANTILIVS TVCCA— Parcell-guiltie, I. He meanes himselfe for it was he indeed, Suborn'd vs to the calumnie. I, you whorson cantharides? was't I? I appeale to your conscience, Captaine. Then, you confesse it, now. I doe, and craue the mercy of the court. What saith CRISPINVS? O, the Captaine, the Captaine— My physicke begins to worke with my patient, I see. Captaine, stand forth and answere. Hold thy peace, Poet Praetor: I appeale from thee, to CAESAR, I. Doe me right, royall CAESAR. Mary, and I will, sir. Lictors, gag him: doe. And put a case of vizards o're his head, That he may looke bi-fronted, as he speakes. Gods, and fiends! CAESAR! thou wilt not, CAESAR? wilt thou? Away, you whorson vultures; away. You thinke I am a dead corps now, because CAESAR is dispos'd to iest with a man of marke, or so. Hold your hook't talons out of my flesh, you inhumane Harpies. Goe to, do't. What? will the royall AVGVSTVS cast away a gent'man of worship, a Captaine, and a Commander, for a couple of condemn'd caitiue calumnious Cargo's? Dispatch, Lictors. CAESAR. Forward, TIBVLLVS. Demand, what cause they had to maligne HORACE. In troth, no great cause, not I; I must confesse: but that hee kept better company (for the most part) then I: and that better men lou'd him, then lou'd me: and that his writings thriu'd better then mine, and were better lik't, and grac't: nothing else. Thus, enuious soules repine at others good. If this be all; faith, I forgiue thee freely. Enuy me still, so long as VIRGIL loues me, GALLVS, TIBVLLVS, and the best-best CAESAR, My deare MECOENAS: while these, with many more (Whose names I wisely slip) shall thinke me worthy Their honour'd, and ador'd societie, And reade, and loue, proue, and applaud my poemes; I would not wish but such as you should spight them. O— How now, CRISPINVS? O, I am sicke— A bason, a bason, quickly; our physick works. Faint not, man. O—retrograde—reciprocal—Incubus. What's that, HORACE? Retrograde, and reciprocall Incubus are come vp. Thankes be to IVPITER. O—glibbery—lubricall—defunct—Ô— Well said: here's some store. What are they? Glibbery, lubricall, and defunct. O, they came vp easie. O—Ô— What's that? Nothing, yet. Magnificate. Magnificate? that came vp somewhat hard. I. What cheere, CRISPINVS? O, I shall cast vp my—spurious—snotteries— Good. Againe. Chilblaind—Ô—Ô—clumsie That clumsie stucke terribly. What's all that, HORACE?